Only His

Chapter Nineteen

Imani

He let me gather myself and had a brief moment of silence, before I broke it.

"What about your sister, what is she like?"

His brows slightly raised and he relaxed into the couch.

"Spoiled, bratty, and sweet. Growing up she was mostly around boys, so we were always overprotective of her. She got whatever she wanted and she was very bossy. She still is now, she loves to party and cause trouble."

"She's the only other woman in my life I would die for besides my mother," he adds.

It's good to know that he actually cares about his sister and would actually die for her. It shows how much he loves her. I missed the feeling of that love. The feeling of wanting someone to care about me, like I mattered.

"What about your sister and your relationship?"

I laughed to myself, because he knew what that was like. It was like he was trying to torture me.

"Are you trying to torture me?" I laugh, softly.

"I just want to know you, but it is too hard to talk about. You don't have to."

"It's not as happy and good as yours, It was before though. Growing up we were two peas in a pod, literally since we are twins. We did everything together, we dressed the same, and all of that. After my mom died, she completely turned against me."

"She blamed me for everything, she snitched on me to my dad for things I never did. Our dad would always take her side and show her all his love, while I got beat and stuff. I was the punching bag of the family, I was the excuse, the reason. You know when I got used as his payment for his debts and I saw her there a few months later. I laughed. I laughed in her fucking face. She still hated me, I was the one who put us in this situation. She will forever blame everything that has happened in our life."

"She always wanted to take everything away from me. Juan was the better looking one, while she got Jorge. She was jealous of course. Juan was doing all this stuff for me, but Jorge, nada. She was like a fuck toy to him, but she let it happen there was no choice to say no."

I took a pause, before starting again.

"I had Azura premature. Juan had died about eight weeks before I gave birth. I was under a lot of stress, but she was with me when I gave birth. She shoved it in my face that I lost my baby. Fuck she was even worse to me. I was vulnerable and weak, she took advantage of that."

I took a pause as I gathered my thoughts. This whole thing is so stressful, upsetting and depressing for me. I avoided Kazimir's eyes for the rest of the time. I didn't want to say anything to him, I knew I looked weak in his eyes. I lifted my head a bit up to his, not being able to make a lot of eye contact.

"I get that I look vulnerab-."

"You don't, you are someone who has been through something no person should go through. I find it admirable that you're telling me this, but tomorrow it's like none of it ever happened. You're strong and a survivor for everything you went through."

That was the least thing that I expected from him. That was one of the kindest things somebody has ever said to me in years. Maybe not the kindest, but something I haven't heard in a long time. I didn't know what to say to him, I don't think a thank you could be good enough.

I shuffled to him and I wrapped my arms around him. I hugged him. It was out of character for me, but even for him. I could feel him tense in my arms. I rested my head on his neck and close to his ear.

"Thank you."

He relaxed against me a few seconds later and he put his arm around my back. He moved me onto his lap, but I stayed in the same position for a few more seconds. I had to let him know I appreciated his hug.